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nexus_crossings2018-12-09 08:20 am
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It's Called Brand Loyalty
"So, I got a question..."
Asking today is Harrowheart, who's wandering the Nexus' Downtown district puffing away at cigarettes and stopping at holiday stalls up and down the major streets. He leans over now and then to consider the merchandise on display, pensively looking over the goods with his arms folded behind his back and his hands rubbing at his chin or scratching his sideburns. But he doesn't buy anything – not yet anyway.
"Should you change things about yourself to get what you really want outta life? Or should you always be the 'You' that comes most natural, and get whatcha get outta that?"
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The runeblade hits him a second time, spinning him round and sending him crashing to the ground again. Once more, he's quickly back on his feet.
And then it hits him. No, not the runeblade again, the fact that this individual backed up and spoke. He pauses, then, staring.
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With a healthy distance between them now Harrowheart's hands and arms make fast work of a dark spell. A crackle of purple lightning foretells the conjuration of a door made of dark fog. The rancid smell of death pours out from the mist.
One of Harrowheart's hands summons his floating runeblade to his palm and he grips it tight, and with one last look at the man who attacked, Harrowheart steps through the portal.
The spell ends shortly, the portal closing with a rush of cold wind. The blast teeters a nearby holiday stand, which rocks, rocks, rocks as the tiny reptilian vendor tending it runs left and right in a frantic attempt to catch it before it falls. But it stabilizes!
Right before the delicate glass balls come tumbling from its front, crashing to the ground and shattering on impact.
"Oooohhhrrrgh!" The little lizard fumes. He points a claw at Azwel and shouts, "You're paying for that!"
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CRASH!
Azwel startles and whirls, seeing the shattered glass. Then sighs and starts rummaging in his belt pouches for money.